Like babies holding onto their bottles, we hold onto the imagination of “I am successful” trying to recreate that feeling in any way possible!

I remember the moment I became successful, it wasn’t anything grand, it was marking a ability to do something from my own choice, not to simply react, “I was born,” but as I reminisce, “I” died, when “I” was born, for man is addicted to two things, pleasure and arrogance; so instead of pleasure, simple humble happiness, a new identity, ‘the successful “I”‘ was born, but as in all transient pleasures, this too is in truth a transient feeling, for as in any addiction, the need is to recreate that feeling; so like babies holding onto their bottles, we hold onto the imagination of “I am successful” trying to recreate that feeling in any way possible… Sent via my BlackBerry from Vodacom – let your email find you!